CHAPTER 50
The following morning Tariq Aziz was in his office auditioning a new girl for the show when the telephone rang. The head of the pretty Vietnamese girl was still bobbing up and down in his lap as he picked up the receiver.
“Aziz,” he said and then winced as the girl’s teeth raked the head of his shaft.
“No teeth!” he admonished her then turned back to the phone call. “How may I help you?”
Sara sat nervously on the bed back at the hotel, Grant by her side.
“Mr Aziz, we met at your club yesterday. You asked if I was looking for work. I was wearing a pink dress.”
Aziz sat upright in his chair dislodging himself from the girl’s mouth. She looked up forlornly, but he pushed her away with a ring encrusted hand.
“Yes I remember,” he said. “Have you changed your mind?”
Sara took
